روايات وقصص ضمن Victorious Hambone

She played fast and vicious, scoring with sharp, practiced movements, even though she claimed she hadn't played since she was a toddler. Atlas watched her, realizing he liked seeing her like this—animated, competitive, something beyond the quiet melancholy she usually carried. For a fleeting moment, she looked less like a stranger to the town and more like she belonged among them. When she finally won, Milo threw his hands up dramatically. "Okay, okay, I yield! I didn’t know I was facing a champion." "I’m just lucky," Nova said, but her smile stayed. Luce clapped mockingly. "Or she’s secretly a pool shark. Watch out, Atlas."

--- The courthouse steps were a war zone. Flashbulbs exploded like gunfire the second our armored SUV pulled up. Security formed a tight ring around us as Damien stepped out first, then helped me, then the twins in their double stroller pushed by two bodyguards. Victor Voss stood at the top of the stairs like a dark mirror—same height, same commanding presence, same gray eyes. He wore a triumphant smirk and a perfectly tailored navy suit. “Isla,” he called out smoothly as we climbed the steps. “Last chance to choose the winning side. Blood recognizes blood.”

He never expected that despite going all out with Demonbane, the ancestral armor, and the exoskeletal frame, he would still lose to Harvey in one hit. At this time, Souichiro suddenly realized something. His father most probably didn't die in an ambush—the man really did lose to Harvey… "Harvey, you…" Souichiro still wanted to say something. "So noisy!" Harvey slapped Souichiro with an indifferent expression, sending the man flying through the air. There was a loud sound, and Souichiro's head spun to the side. Black blood trickled out of his mouth, and he was at death's door… He defeated Souichiro in one slap, and he killed Souichiro in one slap as well.

One thing that motivated Vione was the hidden camp on the south side where the core warriors of the Nimbria Pack were stationed. In other words, if she and 100 warriors from the Frostholm Pack could eliminate them, control of the war would shift. The Frostholm Pack would have a chance to win the battle. That's why Vione was determined to ensure that the ambush would be carried out with precise calculation and meticulous planning. It had to succeed so that Storm could more easily defeat the Nimbria warriors on the southwest side.

As soon as two wolves made their appearance, I sprinted down, noting instantly who they were as their scents permeated the air. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of me. Yes! The plan was working! Jasmine sprinted down the hill, coming in with her sneak attack, pouncing and digging her claws into Alpha Vic's back. He was like a wild bronco as he tried to throw her off, but Jasmine was so fucking good, and kept a good hold on him, not allowing him to knock her off. Even pregnant, she was a badass.

I told her. “A little late for that, don’t ya think?” She said to me. I pushed past her, and walked right up to him to say hi. It was stupid of me to feel uneasy about my dream in the first place. He seemed nice enough? As I approach him, I still can’t bring myself to look him in the eye. “Hello, I saw you and your friend run in here. I came to make sure you weren’t in any kind of trouble or anything.” He teased, as I was walking up. I laughed, nervously. I finally mustered up the guts to actually look him in the eye. My gaze was met with the most electrifying color of green I have ever seen. There were little gray and silver specs throughout, with a slightly darker green ring around the out

His face lost every trace of color. "No..." Claire closed her eyes. "He found us." Aya looked between them. "You know that voice?" Neither answered. The man stepped into the edge of the flashlight's glow. Perfectly tailored charcoal suit. Silver hair. Polished shoes untouched by the dirt. A pleasant smile. As though he had arrived for a business meeting instead of an underground confrontation. Victor Hawthorne. He slowly applauded. "Impressive." His smile widened as his eyes settled on Aya. "You truly are your mother's daughter."

They never expected such a grand event to be dedicated to them, especially right after the town has risen back from the ground. Of course, Marika teared up, while the other two barely curled their lips. The old hunchback Alessia allowed to fight didn't make it, but he was known to be one of the brave butchers that stayed behind to defend the village. Looks like his sacrifices will be remembered, after all, she thought.

overrides the prefrontal cortex’s capacity for high-level logic. ​Arthur Vane, the lead negotiator for the rival Northern Alliance, was a man who had built a career on smelling weakness in others. He sat across from Damon, tapping a gold pen against a copy of the Meridian Acquisition Treaty. Vane was human, but he was backed by Kellen’s money, and he was currently looking for a way to puncture the Rourke armor.

He came like a storm walking on two legs. Not for love. Not for power. But for vengeance. Not the seething, silent kind that waits in the shadows. No—this was fire vengeance. Screaming vengeance. The kind of wrath that could birth legends or burn worlds to ash, and didn’t care which came first. Victor crossed the Hollowborn border with no crown and no sigil. Only bone. Bone armor lashed to his chest with the tendons of traitors. Bone claws that scraped against stone when he walked. Bone wolves at his heels—half-spirit, half-skin, stitched together from nightmares and the dead.